The Disconnect

I sometimes get to wonder why my parents and I are similar, Yet different at the same time. Some days I see them as these great hard workers, The next day they need my help to connect the DVD player. I wonder how if I had their experiences and they had mine How different our lives would be. I often wonder why their lives are based around mine, Yet I am completely free. They have given everything up, a family in the place they called home, To start their new family in a place they can’t call home. I thank God for such great parents but I think that is were our disconnect begins. I have food to eat everyday, a bed to sleep in every night and a house live in at all times. My mom grew up living like the 1800s when she was born in the 70s I grew up living like the 90s when I was born in the 2000s My dad has been no stop working since he was 12 just to get by. I’m still holding onto some internship money to fuel my watch addiction. But I sometimes feel this is not why we don’t see eye to eye, It must be something else. I sometimes wonder why my parents never listen to music. I can’t imagine a life without music, yet they get by just fine. The food thing is weird, I’m a picky eater but my parents don’t often eat outside. They always tell me to try this or try that, you can’t say you don’t like it until you try. Yet whenever a new cultures food is brought up they wont try it. I sometimes question if that is true because it seems they have lost some culture over time. Living half your life in a place that’s not your home you begin to lose what makes you you. Maybe this is for the better because sometimes it feels as every coming day that disconnect will soon fade away.